Society Girls: Neveah (8 page)

“Only you could include my religion and
brain in a sentence with my breasts,” I tell him with a laugh. A
genuine laugh because he’s lightened things up for me.

“It’s a gift, I know. Seriously, though, you
are amazing. So freaking amazing. Anyone who has a problem with
your faith is going to have a problem with me.”

“My hero.”

“When I need to be, yeah. Will you protect
me, too?”

“From what? Sex-starved women?”

“Well, yeah, duh.”

“I thought we were keeping this a
secret.”

“Just for now. By the time pre-season
begins, I’m hoping you’ll be wearing my jersey and cheering for me
as I blow you a kiss every time I make a basket.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I’d like to wear your jersey, and cheer for
you while you blow me kisses. I’d also like to see your basketball
court sometime.”

“Is that a metaphor?”

I burst out laughing. “No, but I might be
persuaded to do dirty things in the key.”

“Breaking out the terms, sweetheart? That’s
hot.”

“How hot?”

Instead of answering, he lunges for me,
tossing me over his shoulder as he walks out of the room. “Hot
enough for me to take you to the court.”

“And then take me
on
the court.”

“You know it.”

He drops me back to my feet once we’re under
one of the baskets on his court. I have a moment to take in how
impressive it is, before he starts working some controls on the
back of the goal. “Put your hands up as high as you’re comfortable
with.”

“What?”

“Please, Nev.”

“O-kay,” I say, raising my arms.

When the net reaches past my fingers to my
hand, it stops and he moves back around in front of me. “This is
probably all kinds of cliché, but I don’t give a fuck right now.
Hold onto the net, Nev. Hold on tight.”

I nod, and feel my mouth go dry as he drops
to his knees in front of me. “Take off your shirt. Please.”

“I can do that,” he tells me.

I grip the net tight as he hooks his fingers
in the waistband of my pajama pants and pulls them down, along with
my panties. My top is still on, but without a bra, I can see my
nipples poking through the fabric as I look down at him. He’s
sitting back on his heels, just looking at my bare skin. I fight
the urge to cross my legs and cover myself, but then he looks up
into my eyes.

“Magnificent. Damn, but your pussy is
magnificent.”

I tighten my grip as he leans forward and
blows on my curls. “Dylan.”

His tongue darts out and the tip hits my
swollen clit. I jolt, but then his hands are on my legs. He lifts
them over his shoulders. Now all that’s holding me up are my hands
on the net, and his strong shoulders. I’ve never felt so
vulnerable, or so worshipped.

His entire mouth lands on me, and I cry out.
He licks me softly as he sucks. “You taste so good. So good.”

I can only manage a moan as he continues to
love me with his mouth. Minutes fly by as he keeps up with the slow
pleasuring of me, which turns to torture because I’m so close, yet
so far, from my orgasm. He’s doing it on purpose, keeping me just
out of reach. I know it, but I can’t complain, not when it feels so
good.

I know I’m covering his face in my juices,
but I can’t care about that, either. Not when he keeps murmuring
about how much he likes it, loves it even. If his basketball career
ever fails, he could make a fortune with his talented tongue.

A few more minutes, and I think I can’t take
it anymore. I’m about to go ahead and complain when I feel his
fingers slide inside of me. I buck against his mouth as he pushes
them all the way in, and hits the spot I didn’t think any man would
ever find.

Looking down, I see how much he likes it,
likes me fucking his face. His eyes are almost black with desire,
and he flattens his tongue against my clit as he adds a third
finger. My eyes nearly roll back in my head, and I can’t control my
hips any longer. I’m afraid I’m going to tear the net right off the
hoop, and then it happens. He bites my clit, and I’m gone.

I let go of the net to grab his head with my
hands as I flatten my feet on the floor behind him. He goes down
with me, lying on his back as I ride his face. I’m riding it like
the world’s ending, my orgasm going on and on. I don’t think it
will ever stop, but of course it does, and that’s when the
embarrassment sets in.

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” I say as I try to roll
off him.

“For giving me the most erotic experience of
my life? You damn well better not be sorry for that.”

“I went crazy.”

“And it was amazing. A. Maze. Ing.” He
climbs over me and turns me so I’m under him. “I almost came, it
was so hot.”

“I do believe it’s your turn to come,” I
say, gaining some of my confidence back as I feel how hard he is
between us.

“You’re coming again too, babe.”

“I can’t.”

“Oh yeah, you can. I’m going to make sure of
it.”

* * *

Dylan

Holy hell, was that hot. I wasn’t lying to
her right now—I have never experienced anything so hot before.
Seeing her lose control was just…yeah. I also meant it when I said
that I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot. I sit back and look
at her spread out before me.

“Take your shirt off for me. I need to see
your tits.”

She does what I ask as I grab the condoms
from my shorts and toss them next to her. “I didn’t know you were a
Boy Scout,” she tells me with a smirk

“All the way to Eagle, Nev, and yeah, that
means I know how to tie all the knots. We’ll play with ropes
later,” I tell her as her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open.
“Don’t worry, I’d never hurt you.”

“I’m not worried,” she says in a husky
voice, making me even crazier.

I take off my shorts and throw them to the
side before leaning forward to take one of her perfect nipples into
my mouth. Her back arches, and yeah, I already know she’s going to
come at least one more time before I do.

I play with her nipples for a few minutes,
but then it’s too much for both of us. I need to be inside of her.
“You deserve a bed, but I don’t have the strength to wait any
longer.”

“You can take me to bed after you fuck me on
your basketball court.”

“Count on it.”

I tear open one of the condoms and suit up
before pulling her hips up as I kneel before her. I want to do
slow, but that’s not an option this time, and hell, she did ask me
to fuck her. She’s so wet that I slide all the way in. She’s tight,
but so damn wet.

“You feel so good,” she tells me. “Like you
belong inside me.”

“I do,” I say as I slide almost all the way
out and then slam back in again.

I set a punishing pace, but she’s meeting me
thrust for thrust. I can feel her getting close after a couple of
minutes, but I’m even closer. That is not gonna happen. She’s
coming first even if it kills me, which it just might.

“Touch yourself, play with your tits, make
yourself come,” I growl out.

Her hands go to her tits, and she starts
pinching her nipples. I close my eyes because watching her is just
going to make it harder for me to hold back. Another minute, and
she starts to cry out. She’s saying my name over and over again and
I have to hold her hips tight so I don’t slide out of her as she
thrashes around me.

I open my eyes, and see her still twisting
those brown points, almost to the point of pain, and that does it
for me. I growl out her name as I fill the condom, letting her
pussy milk me as we both come down.

“Oh my God. Dylan. I…wow.”

“That pretty much sums it up,” I say, as I
wrap the condom and toss it aside.

She pulls me back on top of her and kisses
me hard. “Now we go to back to bed?”

“Maybe we should shower first.”

“Oh yeah. I want suck you off in that big
shower of yours.”

“Not gonna say no to that,” I tell her.
“Never gonna say no to that.”

“Duly noted.”

All I can think about as I stand and help
her up is that I’m so glad it’s Saturday and she doesn’t have to
work. That, and the fact that I wish I could take her out to the
pool, or the grass. If only I didn’t have my unwanted guest in the
pool house. But I do, and so the fun’s going to have to stay
indoors for now. And it’s definitely going to be fun.

Neveah

It’s Sunday night, and I’m feeling a little
melancholy, although I’m trying not to show it. Dylan told me last
week that he had to fly back to Chicago for some work stuff
tomorrow. At the time, I told him it was fine. That was before he
rocked my world—and my body—over and over again for the past two
days. We’ve talked, and cuddled, but yeah, it was mostly just a two
day sex-athon. Right now, I’m hanging out in one of his t-shirts
while I wait for him to come back from picking up dinner.

“Sushi’s here,” he says, walking into the
kitchen with some bags.

“Yum,” I tell him as I lean forward and give
him a kiss.

When I pull back, I see his eyes have
darkened, but he looks shy at the same time. I tilt my head,
silently asking him what’s up.

“Would you do something for me? Something
kinky?”

“That all depends on how kinky we’re
talking.”

He bites his lip. “I’d like to eat my sushi
off of you, and then eat you.”

Oh. “Yes, please.”

I hop up on the counter and take off his
shirt, folding it up so I can make a little pillow for myself. Then
I wait for direction. “I am the luckiest man alive.”

“Don’t forget it, Gallagher.”

“I won’t.”

He lays me down, and positions me so my legs
are hanging over the edge of the island before reaching into one of
the bags and pulling out the trays of sushi. He puts mine in the
fridge, and places his next to me, opening it up. My nipples perk
up when the first roll is placed between them. Then he places one
on my belly button, and one right above my mound.

“If I wasn’t worried about the Cloud or
hacking, I would take a picture of you like this. You look so damn
sexy.”

“You make me feel okay with lying here naked
in front of you.”

“I’m going to make you feel more than okay
soon,” he promises, leaning over to take the first roll in his
mouth.

He chews a few times, swigs some of the
bottle of beer he pulls from the other bag, and bends over to dart
his tongue over my nipples before standing again. He runs his hand
down my body, swirling his fingers around the roll over my belly
button. I have to fight not to squirm as he looks me in the eye. “I
swear that tasted better coming off you than it ever has by
itself.”

“You say the sweetest things.”

He smirks and runs his tongue across my side
before picking up the next roll with his mouth. He repeats the
chewing and the beer, and then puts his mouth over the last one,
sucking hard on my skin before taking it in his mouth. I start to
get up, but he holds up a hand while he swallows.

“Where are you going? I haven’t had dessert
yet?”

He circles the island and drops his head
between my legs. Thirty minutes, and three orgasms later—two for
me, and one for him—he feeds me my own dinner while I sit on his
lap. I want to hold onto him, and not let go. I feel like this is
our last night together forever, and not just for tonight. I know
it’s irrational, but I can’t help it.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave
tomorrow.”

“Me too. You have the cologne ad, and the
local charity stuff, right?” I ask between bites.

“Yep. The kids’ mini-camp and one gala.”

“You look handsome in a tux. I mean, you
look great in everything, but you were wearing a tux when we met,
so that will always be my favorite.”

“Now you’re the one saying the sweet
things.”

“Can I text you once a day?” I ask, wanting
more but not sure if it’s okay to ask for it.

His eyebrows shoot up, and my heart sinks.
“Only once? I’m going to be blowing up your phone with texts,
calls, video chats—basically whatever you’ll answer.”

“I thought you might be too busy for me to
bug you.”

“Bug me? The only thing that might bug me is
if my girlfriend only texts me once a day, or doesn’t text me at
all.”

“I’m going to miss you.”

“And my guns. Admit it. You love my biceps
and my southern gun, too.”

“You’re so ridiculous sometimes.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

I freeze for a moment, but decide to just go
for it. “I do. I love you, Dylan.”

“I love you too, Nev,” he says with no
hesitation.

I lean forward and kiss him. “I was hoping
you’d say that.”

“I’m going to say it several times a day, so
be prepared.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

“I love you, Neveah.”

“But you need me to leave so you can get
ready.” He starts to protest, but I put my hand over his mouth. “I
have to study, and get some sleep before work tomorrow.”

“You could study and sleep here.”

“If I stay here, the only
thing I’ll be studying is
your
anatomy, and I won’t be sleeping.”

“I find nothing wrong with that.”

“Nor do I, but the Corrigan ladies may not
feel the same.”

“You could quit, and be my love slave.”

“Tempting, but I’ll have to pass.”

“Can’t fault a guy for trying.”

“Or a girl for refusing.”

“Will you pick me up from the airport?”

“Do I get to actually meet you inside?” I
ask, already knowing the answer.

He closes his eyes. “There might be press. I
should just meet you here.”

“Sure. Just text me when you get in,” I say,
moving away and jumping off the counter, trying and failing to hide
my disappointment.